i wonder if bucky ever thought of steve and saw the enhanced him. if he ever tried so hard to think of his best friend from brooklyn, but found that HYDRA had messed with his memories so bad that that kid was only a blur. if, years later, the only time he could remember pre-serum steve was from pictures released to the public, and in very few of those was the real steve. the stubborn steve who would smile and laugh. and when bucky is nearing the end of his own life, which version of steve will he imagine, if he even has a choice?
i’m so appreciative to suzanne for reframing the rebellion from the original trilogy as a “they saw their moment and took it” type situation and showing us that they’ve been trying, over and over, with so many failed attempts, to break the arena and incite a rebellion for decades. in this current political climate never giving up hope is so essential. haymitch wasn’t the first nor the last, and they kept going even when it seemed completely futile, and that’s what counts, and what ultimately saves them all.
mj: i don’t really have friends
peter: bold words for someone in my hugging range
tony: yeah and i made peter EDITH so that—
pepper: who?
tony, craning his head to the invisible camera: what has he done.
(miles away, a shiver goes down peter’s spine)
the scene in endgame where steve and bucky hug before steve leaves kills me every time because. bucky knew steve wasnt coming back. when he said goodbye, that wasnt a “see you later” it was a “youre leaving and i hope you get everything youve ever wanted even if its without me”
Most insane pipeline known to man:
Help your younger sister pass her university assignment -> Accidently end up as a part of the rebellion to overthrow the tyrannical president
can you imagine how devastated haymitch must’ve been when the undersees died? that was the last remnant, besides the mockingjay pin she hated so much, of maysilee donner, his begrudged sister. and he finds that maysilee is not the only one with bad luck, no, its her whole family. madge’s best friend was reaped, and then she died, right along with merrilee. merrilee, who was the stunning image of who maysilee would one day resemble. maysilee, who never became that and finally died with her family.
i love the theory that finnick was a career. he wanted to win, he wanted glory. he wanted the future promised to all victors. he didn’t know how “attractive” he was, he didn’t know that each murder would haunt him for years to come. he didn’t know his blind adoration would transform into an ugly hatred of the capitol, of his past self who wanted to prove himself.